Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Water therapy

"I'm going out in the Kayak," I informed B on Saturday morning. "I'll just be an hour or two."

It was a glorious spring day. I decided to paddle up the lake to Seal Bay, about two kilometers away.

It was silent but for the drip of my paddle, and the little rivulets of melt water cascading from the rocks, onto me (and the camera lens)when I went in to explore a little cove.

I got to Seal Bay, and decided to continue further north, by then mesmerized by the rhythm of paddling, and the sun on my shoulders. Our weathered old kayak, which we bought from a friend for a case of beer, is fast and sleek. She whispers through the water. I decided to head for the Indian pictographs, painted by ancestors of the Katzie First Nation.

When I had been gone longer than expected, my pit crew showed up with lunch. I was happy to see them, and hungry, but I enjoyed my solitude again after they went back to the cabin. I paddled on.

Eventually, as the sun dropped closer to the mountain tops, I turned for home. As I paddled into our bay, the snow on Golden Ears Mountain gleamed, and the afternoon light sparkled on the lake.

Big Brother, you have posted photos of skiing that remind of this kind of day.

Jazz, the dogs, 12 year old Tika and 4 year old Henry are in my "About Me" photo on the right hand side bar of my blog. I have written about them here: http://spindriftanddreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/reigning-cats-and-dogs-part-1-henry.html

and again here:http://spindriftanddreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/reigning-cats-and-dogs-part-2-oh-henry.html

They are old posts though, perhaps it's time to dust off the dogs for another feature appearance.

SAW, yes, it was so serene. We all need days of solitude and beauty now and then.

Carver, your comment and my last one crossed in the mail, so to speak. Yes, my pit crew is great, although I did not mention in my post that the "lunch" they brought me was an apple, an orange, and a beer.V.

That was a heavenly trip, my darlin'. What exquisite scenery. I would like to be there right now. Oh, and I commend your energy. I have a tiny lower back problem so kayaking is uncomfortable for me. Canoeing works better because I can sit higher.

Shrinky: Hi, and welcome. Yes the pooches love the lake, although the old brown bitch Tika rarely ventures in except on the hottest days. Young blonde Henry swims all year round, but he is not very bright, bless him. As you can see, snow and ice melt directly into the lake. It never warms up much before July.

Hi Jocelyn, if it makes you feel better, I had to trudge through slush to walk the dogs this morning. Mother can be a whore.

Mr Writeon, you really have to get back to Pitt Lake again some time. The offers (I've made several, I recall,) are always open.

Anonymous: I know you will never read this, but get my blog, creep!!

(Does anyone know how to delete an unwanted comment? I don't want to turn on word verification if I can help it.)

About me

Travelling around the world in the company of my Beloved, with time and money to be tourist snobs who won't admit to going anywhere on the beaten path. That's the life I dream of. While ironing, while walking the dogs, and while riding the commuter train. I do travel though, often on the dusty well beaten path, sometimes a little off of it. (Photos of these voyages are featured in my masthead above.)
This is my life, and I love it. Most of the time.